After a busy summer of courses and camp, vacation and travel I finally returned home this weekend. The road tugged me homeward through the changing landscape of suburbia through city to rolling hills and lakes. To get there requires many bridges, two very large and many smaller over various bodies of water. I became excited when the car radio reported that the new northbound span of the Tappen Zee bridge had just opened. I have watched it’s construction rise up from the water with each trip I took to Long Island. I would be one of the first to drive it’s span over the wide Hudson River. It was beautiful and impressive in structure and form. Very different from the rusty steel cantilever bridge it will replace. This much larger steel cable bridge with shining towers supporting the road was higher and longer and much smoother. The old bridge had served its purpose for a time but like most things created and made by man it was not safe to travel for much longer.
Bridges cross over otherwise difficult to traverse terrain to get us where we are going. They vary in form and function but serve this similar purpose. They are not only made of wood, steel and concrete and stone. Sometimes they are made of flesh and bone, ideas or words. Any time there are difficult crossings in life it is our nature to seek help, a bridge to get from one side of trouble to the safer shore of healing, love, freedom, rest. But sometimes there just isn’t a man made crossing. Moses faced such a time leading his people across the Red Sea. No bridge in sight, raging waters between them and those who would enslave and kill, he trusted in God and the waters parted. No bridge needed but the way made passable by divine intervention.
I have been blessed by many human bridges who offered help and I hope that I too may serve others in the same way. But when there is no bridge in sight, human help fails and the way through seems too difficult to manage I turn to the One Divine Creator who is eternally trustworthy, to lift me above the chaos and fear so that I may journey home in safety.
May your travels be lifted by bridges of hope.
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Clicking the computer on yesterday morning the artsy screen saver announced that it was yet again my birthday. At first I thought that amusing, but as I do at times I pondered the meaning for the day. My attempt to change it to the correct date failed as I am not the administrator and don’t have the password. And so the day began. One small thing after another reminded me … I am not in charge, not even today when the computer still says it’s my birthday.
The day’s events can at times throw us out of synch. As I am a person of routine it is a challenge for me to be off schedule, and as the day went on the feeling became more and more uncomfortable. And I remembered my birthday. A new day, a new person? When Jesus talks about becoming born again he is talking about our ability to change course and turn to the life God had planned for us all along. Not that each day’s events are organized in God’s humongous binder with checklists and things to do, but that our lives were created to be good, to be well (healthy in mind, body and spirit) to be love and to love. When we surrender our own self-serving desires to the Divine Creator’s hand the sculpting that takes place is wondrous and more than our own plans had envisioned. Patience is required as sculpting the art of life can take time.
Today, a new day, the moon will hide the sun. We know the sun is there and that even though hidden we can’t look directly at it. This overshadowing is temporary and causes many interesting effects of shadows on the ground and animal behavior. I will keep my eyes on those things today. Like the earth and it’s creatures, changes for me can create unusual events, but I know that behind the shadows the Divine Beloved Creator is shining on my day, on your day for all of us. The Administrator of creation whose password is love. Today indeed is a new day, I was born yesterday !
Peace, Wellness and Blessings,
My yoga practice is much like my faith practice. There are days that I can flow through with grace and ease. The path seems lit with promise and I know the way. Movement through breath and asana (poses) is a lovely dance that stirs up joy. Then there are days that are hazy, what seemed clear yesterday is distant across the far horizon of a day. I stand at the edge and choose to wait and see.
I step to my mat, thankful to God for the day and my breath. Practice becomes waiting. No flowing here with ease but holding on to each movement as the breath moves me deeper. As each movement of body, stretch with breath, release begins. The haze begins to clear and as muscle and bone remember how far they can stretch so too my heart and mind recall that the promise of yesterday is still the promise of today and tomorrow. Looking at the horizon while grounded on this far shore becomes an act of faith. What will happen there is unknown to me but known by the One who is my guide, who goes behind and before me.
Here I wait, not frozen but flowing I dip my toes into the day and wade into the promises of Love. May your day be blessed as you wait.